"This base was originally an abandoned mine, and later became a place for the temple to train priests and knights."

"The evil god's arm should be on the third floor underground."

"Although the Creator's followers have transformed the environment here, there are only a few places where we can do research."

As an old man in the base, Fran knows the base much better than anyone else.

Even though the place where the evil god's arm was placed was very hidden, he could still guess it.

“It should be around here.”

Looking at the smooth, seamless metal wall in front of him, the old priest looked puzzled, but still said:

“It can’t be wrong!”

"Um."

Carl took a step forward and lightly placed one hand on the wall. Invisible shockwaves spread in all directions through his palm.

“Found it!”

"Bang!"

The power of the eighth level of the Holy Demon Transformation exploded violently, and the metal wall with a thickness of nearly one meter was torn apart.

A howling cold wind rushed in from the crack.

Carl walked into the crack, and what came into view was a high-tech experimental base filled with various machines.

Dozens of researchers in white were busy. When they heard the unusual noise, they turned their heads and their expressions changed.

"Who are you..."

"puff!"

Carl waved his hand lightly, and the oncoming researcher was knocked away by an invisible force. All the bones in his body were broken in mid-air, and he fell to the ground in a pool of meat paste, deader than dead.

"Aiding the tyrant!"

“He deserves to die!”

The pale fighting spirit surged out from Carl's body like flexible tentacles and pounced towards everyone in the field.

In an instant.

Any existence that comes into contact with the white fighting spirit will lose its life.

The researchers turned into a pool of thick water, the machine made a crackling sound, and all its internal parts were destroyed.

"ah!"

"don't want!"

“Mercy…”

A researcher in loose clothing fell to his knees and begged for mercy:

"I know the latest research successes, I know how to cultivate blasphemous beasts, and I also have my own analysis model of the evil god's arm. Please don't kill me. My knowledge and experience will be useful to you."

Carl paused for a moment, then dropped his hand again.

"Need not!"

Perhaps the Creator's genetic technology has its unique features, but it is definitely not something that ordinary people can fully master.

What’s more…

This world does not have the foundation of genetic technology, and superficial learning cannot cultivate real talents.

on the contrary.

Whether it is the bloodline witchcraft of the wizard world or the three-plate skills of the great wizard world, they both have a very long and relatively complete inheritance. They have their own unique methods of analyzing the evil god's arm, and he can control it even without genetic technology.

What's more, the memories and experiences of the researchers who died at Carl's hands are stored in the fragments of the divine domain and can be retrieved at any time. Even if they are needed somewhere, it will not cause any problems.

"puff!"

“Puff…”

Just a moment.

Dozens of researchers and some mechanical guards in the research base were slaughtered by Carl.

The cruelty, cleanness and efficiency of the means were so great that even the old priest changed color and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

This is so cruel, and it is also a blasphemy against the bloodline. From now on...

Can the temple really be rectified? "These people experimented on babies and disregarded the lives of others. They have long lost their qualifications as human beings."

Glancing at the old priest, Carl spoke slowly, "Once the technology they have mastered gets out, there's no telling how much bloodshed it will cause. Naturally, we can't leave any of them alive."

“Found it!”

In the center of the experimental base, there is a huge glass petri dish filled with dark green liquid.

And in the liquid, a severed hand was quietly suspended.

The arm was about six or seven meters long, extremely huge, but the first impression it gave was extremely beautiful.

That’s right!

Just beautiful.

The white and smooth skin, the slender and well-shaped fingers, every detail is perfect and addictive.

Just by looking at it, one can imagine how beautiful and breathtaking its owner must be.

"Don't look at it any more!"

"Evil creature!" The old priest shuddered, and a cold snort came from his back: "Devil!"

"It is said that Pale Wing was once an archangel who served the Moon Goddess and had a pure heart." Carl glanced at him and said, "Don't be nervous. It is completely dead after all. Look, the researcher here is fine too."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and ignited a flame.

"Bang!"

Glassware shattered.

“Boom!”

The huge evil god's arm fell heavily to the ground, and its fingers trembled, and for a moment they seemed to come alive.

The old priest stepped back again and again, turned around and dared not look, saying:

"Mr. Connie, are you sure you can resist the temptation of the evil god? We don't need to use it to reorganize the temple."

"Fran." Carl walked to his arm, his eyes flickering:

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"What do you say we believe in?"

"Is it a goddess?"

"Or is it the goddess's teachings?"

"If one day, the goddess goes against what she once said, what should we do?"

The old priest's expression changed.

"You don't have to answer." Carl reached out and pressed his hand on the evil god's arm: "The Moon Goddess may have fallen, or may not have, but Her guidance is always there. She left the evil god's body to the temple, so why couldn't Her guidance be hidden in this body?"

"I was able to accept the bloodline without being tempted by the evil god. Maybe it was really God's instruction. Am I right?"

The old priest's eyes lit up.

I have to say that Carl's words are very convincing, and of course there are also spiritual secrets that influence people's hearts.

Source +413 Carl frowned.

Why is it so little? More than 400 Essences were the most abundant he had ever gotten at one time, but it was far less than he expected.

One drop of blood from the Moon Goddess has over 300 source essences, but one arm of the Evil God has only over 400?

More than four thousand is not a lot!

I pinched the evil god's arm. It was soft and fleshless, like a membrane filled with air.

The flesh and blood inside had long been used to refine the blasphemous potion.

Could it be that...

Is that the reason? "Peng!"

Before he could figure out the problem, a loud noise came from behind, and two huge auras fell.

Level three!

The second elder and the Creator’s higher-ranking followers all rushed over.

"good!"

"Very good!"

The second elder looked directly at Karl, his facial muscles twitching:

"You moved us away so you could sneak in. That's a quick wit, but what's the use of that?"

"Where can you escape to now?"

The base was equipped with various surveillance equipment. When Carl and others appeared, they knew they had fallen into a trap.

This time he rushed over and just happened to block the person in the laboratory.

Scan the whole audience.

The death of all the researchers meant that years of hard work had been wasted, so the Second Elder was naturally furious.

"Escape?" Carl turned around and looked directly at the two of them. At the same time, he reached out and put the evil god's arm into the space equipment.

He didn't dare put the fragment of the divine realm into it. It would be troublesome if the fragment was rejected and his arm was directly destroyed.

"Do you know why I came here?"

"Why?" The second elder frowned, subconsciously feeling something was wrong.

"Of course it's for the evil god's arm." Carl smiled faintly: "You guys came very quickly, but unfortunately you're still a step too late."

"snort!"

The second elder snorted coldly: "You think you can escape? There is a dimensional sealing spell here. It's easy to get in, but it's impossible to get out."

"As long as I capture you, can you take the evil god's arm away?"

"Capture me?" Carl shook his head and his body slowly floated up:

"Why not..."

"Let me beat you to death!"

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Constitution 73-Physique 93, late third stage!

(End of this chapter)